What I Saw - Voyeur Erotica

Mr. Writer has been at it again...This time dreaming up a steamy voyeuristic fantasy for your reading pleasure. I'm very pleased to bring to you Naughty Ones another installment of Sunday Erotica. So sit back, unzip those cumbersome pants, and indulge your carnal side a little. But remember, this is a fantasy...a very illegal one at that...So please Kids, Don't Try This At Home!


I had passed by her house probably a hundred times during my evening walks. I had seen her out walking her dogs and playing with her kids. I had even spoken to her briefly while she washed her car. From what I gathered through my brief observations, she was a single mom. She worked a 9-5 job and probably made decent money. And, to me, she always seemed a bit on the conservative side.

My evening walks on the golf course were my sacred time of solitude; time to reflect on the events of the day or week, or just think through whatever was going on in my life. For the most part, I was unaware of what was going on around me. But that night, walking along the gold cart path behind the houses in my neighborhood, I saw her. Well, it wasn't all of her, but I caught a glimpse of two legs jutting out from a couch lit by the glow of late night television. They were gorgeous legs in that dim light. The light flickered and created shadows showing the tone of her thighs and calves. I tried to continue my walk, but all I could think about were those legs. Wow, those legs...were they as soft as they looked? Were they freshly shaved? Were they clothed? The thought of those legs consumed me until I found myself turning around to get another look. But, by the time I got back, the legs were gone. So I kept looking. I found them in the kitchen now. The night light from the stove made it hard to see, but I could tell that they were indeed not clothed, and only covered by a t-shirt. It must have been an old one, perhaps belonging to an ex-boyfriend or husband, or perhaps it was just a shirt that she acquired along the way. Whatever the case, it was a faded white and just barely covered her ass. And, as she lifted to her tip toes to get a Glad from the cupboard, I could see that the t-shirt was the only thing covering her.


She took a drink of water from the glass, set it in the sink and made her way to her bedroom. I was standing close to her house now, no longer on the golf course, but standing on her freshly mowed lawn, looking around to be sure that I was still the only one out there. My heart started pounding. This was way out of character for me. But I had to see those legs again. I found myself standing at her bedroom window when she walked in. There was one light on as she walked into her closet, took the shirt off, and dropped it to the floor. I couldn't believe my eyes. Her naked body was beautiful. Her breasts, like tear drops hung from her chest, her ass still tight, her legs tanned. There were faint tan lines from what looked to be a conservative bathing suit; one that covered her completely in all the right places. But it was gone now, and it was just her, standing in her bathroom, brushing her teeth naked.

Was I really seeing this? My heart continued to pound. I wondered if I would be caught. What would happen if I was? I didn't care. I had to watch. I had to see more. I was right at her window now, nose almost pressed against the screen covering.

She finished brushing her teeth, checked herself in the mirror and turned the bathroom light off. I dropped to my knees, just below the window sill. Then, another light came on. I peeked through the bottom of the window. It was the light on her night stand. She lay in bed now, on top of the covers, picked up a magazine and began flipping through it. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was so gorgeous in that light. I had never thought of her sexually before, but now she was all I wanted.

She reached the end of the magazine rather quickly and set it on her night stand. One leg was bent, her knee in the air, her thighs smooth. Her breasts hung perfectly on her body and she sat sort of propped up against her pillow. I thought it was over. I thought the light would go off in a minute and she would drift off to sleep. But she didn't. Her hand raised to her neck, then made a path down her body, fingers just barely touching her skin as they passed over her pressed, across her stomach and down towards freshly shaved pussy, then back up to her neck. She repeated this movement several times before her fingers finally found her clit. Slowly she rubbed it. I rubbed with her. My cock was completely hard now. And as she continued I was sure she couldn't see me. I stood back up at her window, and took another look around. I was still alone. The moon was low in the sky and cast little light on the golf course. Some night it was almost bright as day. But this night was dark. This night was ours to share. Her had went round and round on her clit. Her head fell back on her pillow, her eyes still open, stared blankly at the ceiling. Her hips began to rise and fall as she moved faster and faster, then two finger dropped into her and she just held them there for a moment. The came out, glistening with her wetness. She reached across her bed to her night stand, opened the top drawer and pulled out a vibrator. My heart beat faster. Blood surged to my cock. How could this be happening? How did I never think to do this before?


She twisted the vibrator to the on position and ran it down her body following the same path that her fingers had just taken. She held it on her clit for a moment. Why couldn't that be my cock? Why couldn't I be inside her? I found myself pressing my cock against the wall of her house. The vibrator then disappeared inside her as she let out a fairly audible moan. I could hear her! It just got even better. She began pumping the vibrator in and out of her. She was so smooth with her motion, so rhythmic like there was a son in her had that she was moving too. Again her hips rose and fell. Her eyes closed now as she brought herself toward orgasm. Her head began to move from side to side on her pillow. I dropped back to my knees afraid to be caught. Did she see me? My head dropped below the window sill. I closed my eyes hoping to hear her cum. I waited.

When I finally found the courage to look again, I saw that she had changed position. She was now sitting on the bed, facing me, legs spread apart, fingers working her clit and she was looking right at the window. i dropped down again. What was she doing? She must not be able to see me. I lifted again, she was still there, still rubbing her clit. I could see how wet she was. I could see every detail of her body as she sat there, performing for me. I stood again. i didn't care if she saw me. I stood right in front of her window, perhaps 4 feet away from her. She stared at the window, an almost sinister look on her face as she moved her hand up and down. i could hear her heavy breathing, her occasion moaning. I could see her hard nipples, her smooth shoulder, the color of her eyes as she seemed to look right back at me. I rubbed my cock vigorously through my shorts. A smile came across her face. She reached back and grabbed her vibrator and inserted into her dripping wet pussy. Again she moaned, louder this time, then began pumping as before. Her other hand past up her body, across her cheek and disappeared into her hair. I was literally pressed against her house, practically making love to her wall.

Her movements became more erratic. I could tell she was about to cum. Faster and faster she moved her vibrator in and out of her self, making sure to press it against her clit and she pulled it out and pushed it back in. Her eyes closed as if she couldn't have kept them open if she wanted to. Her body shuddered. All at once she pushed the toy deep into her pussy and help it there. Her breathing stopped, eyes still clamped shut, mouth open...everything stopped.

It seemed like an eternity she held that pose, then she collapsed back on to the bed. Her vibrator now lay next to her body, her hands rubbed her thighs. I wanted to jump though the window and make her cum again, properly this time. But still I watched. I watched as she sat back up, weary now, picked up her vibrator and and put it back into her night stand, slipped her still naked body under a thin sheet and turned off the light.


I don't know if she saw me. I can only assume that she did, but that's not really something you can just go and ask to someone who is practically a stranger. But, I check her window every night now. And when I see her out walking her dog, or playing with her kids, or in the yard and we make eye contact, I swear we both know. And, I swear she enjoyed it almost as much as I did.

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